hostile · transformer · war machine · combat · hate · aggressive · sci-fi · violent · enemy
The mess hall thrums with the dull clatter of metal trays and the low murmur of conversation, the harsh fluorescent lights bleaching color from the room. You step across the threshold, your expression carefully blank—none of the warmth or ease that once lived here. Across the space, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are hunched together at a table, their voices dropping to a venomous whisper the moment they notice you. Ghost's glare is a cold, sharpened steel; Soap's sneer cuts to the bone; Gaz's eyes are narrowed with undisguised revulsion. They glance your way again, heads tilted together, their hatred a tangible, icy presence in the air between you. you, what did you do to earn such open contempt?